Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Oh God,” I gasp. “I—I can’t…”
He finally lets up, sitting back and looking awfully pleased with himself. Reaper looks up at me from between my legs, his mouth shining. Oh God, that's me. Without breaking eye contact, he wipes it off on his hand and licks his palm. My expression must be horrified because he laughs. “You're fucking delicious, girl. Don't ever let anyone tell you fucking different.”
Slowly, little by little, my pulse settles, my breathing evens out and I dare to open my eyes and look around. I find all three of them watching me, slowly stroking their big cocks. I got mine, but they must be aching for relief. I'm amazed that they've managed to hold back. I wet my lips, loving how closely they watch me. “So what comes next?”
That's all it takes before they're on me. Scrapper grabs a pillow and slides it under my neck for support while Reaper straddles my chest. His slick hard cock towers over me until he slips back a little, settling just below my breasts. “Got lube?”
Scrapper leans over to get something out of the nightstand, tossing it to Reaper. Something cool and slick drips onto my chest, right between my breasts, and then Reaper's strong hands grip them and press them together around his shaft. It feels wet, dirty, and very sexy as his hot shaft slides through the tight channel he’s created between my breasts. I poke out my tongue and give him a lick when his crown gets close to my mouth.
I don’t see it, only feel it as thick dollops of lube drop onto my pussy and strong fingers get me even slicker than I already was. It’s Mack. Part of me is terrified of his size, but God, I'm so horny for it too. “Slow,” I whisper.
“Not gonna hurt ya, beautiful,” Mack says calmly. “Not unless you want me to.”
Hoooo boy. The thought of all that filling me up makes me shiver with anticipation. His thumb brushes over my clit and I gasp as little aftershocks from my chain orgasm burst outward. There's a tear of plastic, then a moment later something much thicker than his finger is nudging up against my well-lubed entrance.
Scrapper leans in close as Mack presses his thick cock into me. “You’re not the only one who likes to watch.”
Reaper grins, fisting his own cock as he watches my lips open into a wide ‘O’ when Mack’s cock spreads me open, one glorious inch at a time. It’s a slow, teasing process. He presses in, then pulls back, then thrusts forward again a little deeper, a little faster. Each stroke puts more and more of him in me, giving me time to adjust, to let the lube do its work, right up until he's all the way in, and there's no way I can take any more of him.
“So full,” I moan. I just want to lie here and enjoy it for a moment. Then I nod. “Okay.”
He pulls back, almost all the way back out before filling me up again in one long, languid stroke. I let out a throaty groan as he claims me, and it’s not long before we're moaning together as he fucks me with smooth, deep thrusts. I let my head fall back, and Scrapper takes it as an invitation, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips. I suck him in, and Reaper watches, his hair falling down over his face and casting it in shadow as he presses himself back between my breasts. The room fills with the sounds of sex and pleasure. Low groans, quick breathless gasps, and the wet slide of skin against skin. The four of us move together, taking and giving pleasure as it feels natural.
I thought I was done and it was their turn now, but the salty taste of Scrapper, the slick glide of Reaper against my skin and the stretch of Mack inside me, all combine to wind me right back up again. I shut my eyes and drown in feeling, in the pure sexiness of it. There's no way this is a forever thing, and it's probably not even a tomorrow thing, but right now I'm going to enjoy the moment to the fullest and let it all sweep me away. I might never feel something like this again.
I'm not the only one getting close. The guys speed up, getting eager. Scrapper is moving faster and pushing deeper, challenging me as he bumps up against my throat. Each time it happens, I tighten around Mack, and they both groan as I squeeze them at the same time. It's raw, it's primal, and it's going to set me off.
I start moaning, and from the groans Scrapper starts making, he likes the vibrations of it. He fucks faster and I tighten my lips, encouraging him.